The sun was scorching the earth, and the air was so hot that it seemed to burn the trachea if inhaled.
The center of gravity of these hundreds of people sank, and they were full of momentum. They stared directly at the light curtain. Their momentum was intertwined and surged out. There was a hint of the power of dragons and tigers shaking the sky, stirring the void. Looking from a distance, purple energy lingered in the sky. .
This is also inevitable. It can be said that those who can come to the desolate desert to seek fortune are all geniuses, and they are naturally rich in luck.
There is even no shortage of Taoists from all the major sects. Each one of them is a leader in cultivation and is the leader among the same generation.
At this time, not far from the desolate desert, a man in Chinese clothes was walking quickly in the desert.
He has a handsome face, surging breath, and earth-shattering sword intent.
He was carrying a sword box behind him. The color of the sword box was red, as if there were countless red runes beating. It was so scarlet that it made people feel scared.
This person is none other than Juejianfeng Daozi, Burying Sword.
Suddenly, he stopped moving forward and shouted coldly behind him: "If I chase you again, you will all die!" As he spoke, the sword box vibrated, shaking out a sword arc in vain, and a pure sword intention spread out, directly blowing away The yellow sand within ten feet around him was chopped into neat pieces.
"Hmph, you are so arrogant. You are robbing my Ji family's spiritual objects and you dare to be so arrogant! You are asking for your own death!" A middle-level spiritual disciple said coldly.
"Well, in the Great Ruins, even foreigners have to stay away when they meet people from my Blood Dragon Princess family. You, huh..." The speaker held a long knife, his eyes were as gloomy as a vulture, and a scar crossed his forehead diagonally. To the corner of his mouth, there was a trace of black air, which was terrifying and frightening.
"Let's take action together to kill this tease. The dignity of the Blood Dragon Princess family cannot be insulted."
As soon as the words fell, everyone in the Ji family's eyes turned red. After looking at each other, they all saw the determination in their eyes.
"Kill!" Someone roared, and dozens of people rushed out at the same time, heading towards the Burial Sword.
Zhan Jian glanced at the sky, with deep fear in his eyes. After looking back, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and his voice sounded like it was coming from hell: "Since you are seeking death, you can't blame me!"
Before his voice fell, he pointed his right hand toward the sky and whispered: "Get the sword!"
Suddenly, the blood-colored sword box shook, and with a "crunch" sound, the cover flipped open, and a bloody sword shot out like blood. This sword is small and light, but it carries an extremely strong evil spirit, just like it was just fished out of the blood evil pool. The moment the long sword flew out, even the space was dyed red, and the edge of the sword hilt was dyed red. Two small characters are engraved on the position - Shen Tu.
This is the sword that guards the peak of Juejian Peak, the Shentu Sword.
"The sword does not need to be buried, the sword needs to be maintained." The buried sword looked like a pilgrim in his eyes, and he raised his right hand and pressed it down.
In an instant, Shen Tu flew up and down, and the red light on it reached its extreme, drawing countless waves of sword energy out of thin air, sweeping in all directions.
At this moment, these dozens of people felt cold all over. They didn't even have the strength to move a finger, and their eyes were filled with panic. Directly hit by the wave of sword energy, in an instant, all the heads flew away and fell into the yellow sand.
With just one blow, dozens of powerful men were killed. This was the terror of Yifeng Daozi.
It was at this time that clouds and mist rolled in the air, faintly showing a scarlet color, and an extremely sharp sound of breaking through the sky came from the horizon.
Zhanjian's pupils shrank slightly, his eyes full of fear. He grabbed it in the air, and the Shentu Sword flew into his hand with a soft cry. He wiped away the blood on Shen Tu with his index finger, and with a movement of his body, he flew towards the light curtain. I secretly thought in my heart, I must get the elixir to continue my life, and I will kill anyone who stops me, even if the sky is in front of me, I will kill him with my sword.
Suddenly, a sudden change occurred, and the clouds and mist on the horizon exploded. This touch of blood was extremely rich in an instant, and it was extremely fast. It arrived in an instant, like a meteor that broke through the sky, directly smoothing the distance between the two people.
Falling in front of Burial Sword, he was dressed in blood clothes with a blood dragon pattern printed on the clothes, dancing in the wind, with an unusually cold expression, without any emotion. This person is none other than Ji Haoran, the Taoist disciple of the Ji family. He is at the peak of spiritual cultivation. After devouring Xiaoman's bloodline, his bloodline has reached the level of returning to his ancestors. He claims to be the most powerful person in the world, and he is the most promising person in the Ji family to break the spirit and become a saint.
Zhanjian adjusted his energy, held Shentu tightly in his hand, and said coldly: "I still have a mission, and I don't want to fight with you." Obviously, he had suffered a loss at the hands of this person.
"It's not up to you. You've killed so many people in my Ji family. If I don't kill you, I won't be happy. If my mind is wrong, my will will be hard to follow. If my will is hard to follow, my will will be endless." Ji Haoran's eyes were cold.
The Five Fingers of the Burial Sword clenched Shentu, gathered energy and breathed out, and blended his body into Shentu. His speed was so fast that even Daozi couldn't catch up, and he instantly opened the distance.
He was not afraid of Ji Haoran, but he wanted to enter the desolate desert and obtain spiritual objects that would sustain his vitality. In terms of combat power alone, the sword cultivator's offensive power is unparalleled in the world. Even if this person has the power of blood, he is not afraid. It is very difficult for people who are both at the same level as Daozi to kill each other. Moreover, there is a sword on his arm engraved with the essence and blood of the sword master of Juejian Peak. Once he uses it, even the venerable one has to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.
Ji Haoran snorted coldly and ran after him.
His cold temperament, killing and burial sword, and avenging the dead monks of the Ji family are just a few of the reasons. More importantly, he wanted to prove the Tao with the blood of Daozi, break the spirit and become a god, and cross the dragon gate, so he pursued him all the way.
The two rainbows turned into a stream of light and passed away in an instant.
At this time, under the light curtain, two purple lights suddenly appeared in Ouyang Ming's spiritual world. Although the light emitted was not as hot as the Venerable, it was more energetic. Its fluctuations made his eyelids twitch and his heart tremble, and he secretly thought , two Daozi-level figures.
In vain, he shrank his eyes inwardly and murmured: "Is it him, the Taoist Master of Juejianfeng, Burial Sword?"
But the aura of the other one disgusted him. After feeling it carefully, his eyes turned cold and he said in a low voice: "A member of the Ji family?" He felt the aura of the power of Xiaoman's bloodline on him, and he knew in his heart that this person This person is a member of the Ji family who swallowed up the power of Xiaoman's bloodline.
Before he could finish his thoughts, two rainbows came across him.
Ouyang Ming's eyes burned with blazing flames, and his Qi machine was incessant and smooth.
He made a leap in the air, like a white lightning that tore the space apart. When it fell, it was already in front of Ji Haoran, and he said in a deep voice: "People from the Ji family deserve to be killed!"
"Get out of the way?" Ji Haoran's face was extremely cold. He had killed many high-level spiritual monks.
Ouyang Ming's face was dull and he said proudly: "I want the ancestral blood in your body." At this moment, he seemed arrogant. After practicing the Wei Nian Jue, he used his kingly aura to nourish his domineering aura, and he became even more domineering. Atmospheric and decisive.
Even if he knew that this person was a Taoist son of the Ji family, so what
Even if he has great fighting power, so what
For Xiaoman and for his own perseverance, he had to fight. A true man stands upright and does what he does and what he does not do. At this moment, Ouyang Ming just wanted to fight and get back the ancestral blood for Xiaoman. This scene was just like when he killed Dong Ruyu in front of Dong Chenyu. He didn't want to retreat and could never retreat.
When this sound echoed in all directions, there was an incomparable silence outside the light curtain, with only the whimpering sound of the wind remaining.
Many high-level spiritual beings opened their mouths in disbelief, their faces full of surprise.
Ji Haoran's reputation in Daxu is at its peak, and no one can dampen his reputation. He has a vague sense of being able to dominate a generation.
But now, a high-level spiritual person actually waved his hand and said coldly that he wanted to take the ancestral blood from his body. This was simply a fantasy.
After the silence, there was an uproar!
"Is this... is this kid crazy? Even if he is a peak spiritual person, there are not many people who can block Ji Haoran's ten moves." A peak spiritual person stuttered a little while speaking, with a look of shock on his face. He once saw a peak spiritual person who was beaten into powder by Ji Haoran's palm because of his rude words, and his blood was sprinkled on the stone wall. This scene once became a nightmare in his heart.
"Yes, if he doesn't use three moves, he will definitely die." A young man in white pondered, then nodded.
Jiang Yingrong and He Jian glanced at each other in unison, each seeing their solemn expressions.
Among the hundreds of people, the one who was most shocked was Burial Sword. He couldn't believe that Ouyang Ming, who was not in his eyes when he returned to Jian Peak, dared to block in front of Ji Haoran, and bluntly said that he wanted to take him. Atavistic blood. This is a Daozi-level figure who is on par with him, how dare he? The world in his mind caused waves hundreds of feet high because of Ouyang Ming's move.
The other monks outside the light curtain had extremely complex expressions.
There are sarcasm, disdain, sneer, anger, regret, all kinds of expressions blended into one, like the various tastes and vicissitudes of the world. In response to a sentence, wherever there are people, there will be rivers and lakes, and there will be disputes in rivers and lakes, greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love and separation, all kinds of things. How many people can escape or hide in the great network intertwined by the laws of heaven? Lose
These expressions fell on Ouyang Ming's eyes, but his expression did not change at all, and his eyes were as deep as the stars in the sea.
Hearing these words, even Ji Haoran was stunned for a moment, with amusement on his face, and said with a half-smile: "Interesting, interesting! Ji has encountered countless enemies and can fight many people, but an arrogant person like you, This is also the first time I have met you. You are very lucky, and your name can be heard in my ears. After your death, your name can be engraved on the stone tablet on the way to my enlightenment, so that you will be honored. "The voice was calm and calm, as if he wanted to use Ouyang Ming to prove the Tao, so he could definitely be used to prove the Tao.
The so-called Enlightenment Monument is also the people he killed along the way. Only with his approval can he be qualified to have his name engraved on the Enlightenment Monument.
It can be said that the cultivators who can have their names engraved on it all have two things in common. One is that they are all top-notch geniuses, and the other is that they are all the dead souls of Ji Haoran.
Ouyang Ming shook his head and said coldly: "I want to take your ancestral blood." As soon as he finished speaking, he flipped his wrist and already held the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter in his hand.